Sexuality was a slow, quiet discovery for me.  I never knew my body could hold power, when I only hated and hid it When I became aware of it I had already long been an object of desire. Not in the sweet way that I'd always hoped someone would look at me, but in that way every girl who is not quite a woman knows: something to be taken. And you must know that everything I did was to feel as though I had power. Like I could steal myself back because I knew why boys would stare o

Murder, murder down the hall Who is the next victim that is going to fall? Creaking footsteps coming closer  Sweat droplets seem to be colder One step before I am found But then murder turns around Running steps all over the floor Murder lets out a ferocious, laughing roar Screams of pain can be heard And the final last word Drifts into the air Forever lost and can not be repaired  Police sirens surround the home Police don’t let murder free to roam Murder got caught and surv

They see the world through a darker lens, The cynics who view themselves as pawns in a neverending chess game; My foes who tell me that one day I will be as pale and lifeless as the moon and stars, For in their black and white eyes, I am nothing more than yet another colorless thread embedded in the universe’s core, Devoid of any intricacy like a blank document on Google Docs. Firmly rooted to the roller coaster that is life,  Screaming for air Whilst deprived of oxygen. But

I pass by peers, I’ll listen in. (Prefer to care for those my kin,) I mustn’t stay— My feet drag on. (as most of them are not yet gone.) My jaws uneased, my teeth collide. (They need more words to be supplied) I say my piece, my cards fare fine. (but do they know the hand that’s mine?) I survive the day, my night is young. (The group has followed; they don’t belong.) My humble home I’ve time to spare. (They love the freedom they've come bear.) The mirror has cracks, my eyes i